I meant for this to be the official one year happy anniversary sort of shit, and well, didn't happen.
|Oh fuck yes.|
This is, arguably, a fishing blog. Somehow, I've had more discussion in a week on a post about moustaches than ever before, which is amazing to me. That post, however, started out as a fishing post.
This one doesn't.
I may or may not have been in an altered mood when I had a vision... a vision of a sandwich as handsome and powerful as any ever imagined before. It combined several basic ingredients, but did so in a way that made me feel I was onto something good.
Not that this is all mine, I actually owe the genesis of it to my father, a man who for years has epoused the power of peanut butter toast. That is whole wheat bread (healthy fucking assjacks) and creamy peanut butter. The official recipe called for Shoprite brand, IIRC, but I suppose any type of creamy should be.
The basic inspiration of PB toast is that the toast melts the peanut butter into the pores of the bread.
Simple, right? Right.
Turn the key; unlock the One True Sandwich.
I don't care for peanut butter. My PBJ sammichs contain an order of magnitude of more jelly. I don't put PB on much to be honest. I do, however, like Gnutella. I like it on bagels, and I realized one day that on a warm, toasted bagel, well fuck...it just melts into the pores of the bread.
So, you take peanut butter, and Gnutella, and toast, and you make a sandwich right? Like a goddamned Reese's Peanut Butter Cup.
But, wait...there's more.
A picture is worth a thousand words? Here's over 9000....
|The recipe is just that simple. White bread is preferrable, but|
run whatcha brung, right?
|Any good tier knows to prep your materials before tying.|
|Toast your bread.|
|A nice golden brown colour is desired.|
|Note used napkin and clean knife. Gnutella next! You do the|
PB on one piece of toast, Gnutella the next. This is important
because these two spreads melt into the pores of their respec-
tive breads, united flavours with the bread.
|Magic! A healthy dollop of marshmallow Fluff biggity|
fucking bam. This binds the melty PB side to the melty
Gnutella side in a gloriously sweet, fluffy glue.
|Wiping the Fluff knife only sticks pieces of bread to the knife.|
Ick. Let it sit for a moment, the flavours are blending. Life is
gonna be awesome in five.....four....three....two..
Now, there is another level, one that has yet to be obtained. Its believed that the creation of these sandwiches can be augmented through the use of a campfire, some butter, and a set of mountain pie irons. I sadly regret to say this unproven as at the last drunken fishing meetup, our Sprawlmart sourced pie irons melted into the fire less than 10 seconds after being placed into the campfire.
These sandwiches may be attempted with bread on an open grill, but frankly, its not the same.
However, if you're drunk enough you won't notice.
The sandwich has been christened by others as the Grilled Babby Jebus, mostly because I am of the faith that this sammich is, frankly, more pleasurable than kissing Jesus. It has won over many converts.
I share it, now, with you.
Go forth and enjoy.